Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

I'm a G, you see me
must be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them

I'll let the whole know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat bomb ass cop

Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta niggaz
End your with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is I'm from

Three-wheelin' the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out
Holdin' weight at my Daz house
He always got a bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long

She gon' it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and that ass 'round
It's time to bring back 'Chronic' and the
West Coast niggaz holdin' shit down

I'm a G, you see me
That be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
stops, there's no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

I'm on the cover of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all through the streets of
I got more bitches, more plaques, more and more straps
That's what the fuck I gangsta rap

I was the Aftermath remedy 'til turned enemies
Streets me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game can't 'em out
One man show, still a motherfucker out

no Dre, still sell the motherfucker out
'Cause everybody here from the of Compton
We got niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on

I you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time your hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch swallowin' my

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why you're
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you it
Never stops, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I streets of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and them niggaz

I'm the West Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in
parked sideways on the stock rims
New school, old mentality
Translation, fours and twelve batteries

Hydraulics make the go 'round
girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down
Before she end up like Superhead, givin' super
Every nigga in the industry fucked Superhead

And I just might her too
If I catch her slidin' or ridin'
the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was born on Street

Murder like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa what a king is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time
I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop, Pac
I got the whole motherfuckin' locked

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you it
stops, there's no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

wanna know what the fuck is goin' on
Am I to Aftermath, Interscope?
What's up with I'ma just say it like this
One day I in the motherfuckin' house
And all my was gone